humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

Bargain Day
Thursday is my favourite day. It is bargain day at the second hand store, they offer bags of toys for $2.00, bags of books for $1.00 and all the clothing you can fit in a bag, for $5.00.
By NDee5 years ago in Humans
Karma:
Blu_ Abandoned by her family, living off the street, falling pregnant, and getting herself arrested and thrown in to a half-way house, Blu's downward spiral came to a screeching halt when she was accepted in to foster care by a kindly volunteer named Pearl. The Registrar looked pitifully upon Blu as she departed, relieved that Pearl, despite her declining health, was as reliable as ever to adopt this frail and downtrodden girl. Arriving at her new home, Blu felt anxious. Her previous family hurt her so bad, she was left partially blind. But her new foster-mother seemed…different. Pearl spoke so softly, and she smelt like fresh biscuits.
By C_ Nagy5 years ago in Humans
Tale of Two Little Black Books
When I was in college back in the 1960s, my roommate and I got along just fine at the beginning of our freshman year. After Louise met other girls on campus, she began making fun of me. She criticized me because I was always studying and refused to go out with her and her friends.
By Margaret Minnicks5 years ago in Humans
A Thousand Hands
“I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us -- don’t tell! They’d banish us, you know.
By Lara Dieckmann5 years ago in Humans
What A Moron!
I sold my dreams for $20 000. Crazy right? But hear me out. It’s not like I had made much progress. At that point, they weren’t much more than mere doodlings and ideas jotted down in a notebook. Now, there are things much scarier than a big 20. And there’s nothing at all scary about an almost blank, black notebook, the size of your hand. But what is terrifying, is being stupid enough to sign a contract with a guy you just met on the street. Not to mention overlooking that evil, small print stating the legal jabs for breaching the contract, purposefully put there to screw you over down the track of course! But what kind of moron would do that? Well, I like to think that it’s actually more common than you think. Surely you know of or have yourself fallen victim to some sort of scam, whether it be paying that rather questionable fortune teller for a reading, or having to pay for that one friend’s meal because they, “forgot their wallet”. Well, same. I too was scammed, just….royally.
By L. Ruffner5 years ago in Humans
Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
The little black cat crossed her path, but she didn’t believe in bad omens. She changed her direction and she followed the little black cat.
By Rebecca Miller5 years ago in Humans
THE NEXT CHAPTER
“If I gave you $20,000, would you reconsider?” “I’ll have a think about it then get back to you”. Although the voice on the other end is obliging and courteous, I just cannot come to such a sudden and swift decision like that, especially when it involves such a sentimental piece of my life; albeit in the form of a black notebook. As I sit here perched on the side of the bed with this notebook in my hand, I cannot help but feel this is a fork in the road or a sign that perhaps it’s time to begin the next chapter. Saying goodbye is never easy, especially when the farewell process has been delayed for 15 years. After the loss of David, it seemed any moment that arose which involved confronting his loss was just another opportunity for me to delve deeper in to things that reminded me of him. Needless to say, the hoarding of his collectables began to grow throughout the years. None more so than this black notebook, filled with his poetry, journal entries and potential future song lyrics. In the immediate aftermath of David’s death, and the 2 or 3 years that followed, the popularity of his music, live performances and photos reached something of a fever pitch. There were numerous requests for an interview by journalists, all of which I turned down as the eagerness of their requests matched my unwillingness to talk about personal moments and memories that only two people will ever truly understand.
By A.B Nikolis5 years ago in Humans
Wishlist
I think there should be more Tuesdays. The air is a bit clearer, the earth is quieter. People are already spent from overexerting their Monday promises. I like Tuesdays because dad is ‘trying out’ pilates for the third year running and mum forgets to factor in school zones during her drive home. On Tuesdays I get to be alone.
By Eleanor Langley5 years ago in Humans
Son of Aries
Astronomia Magna (1537): "The stars must obey man and be subject to him, and not he to the stars. Even if he is a child of Saturn and if Saturn has overshadowed his birth, he can master Saturn and become a child of the sun."
By SynneR De'Viant Khrystian5 years ago in Humans
Margaret Jones
She sat staring at the wall. She could hear the ticking of the clock, so she knew that time was moving forward but in that moment it felt entirely motionless. As if just one second could last an eternity. In some ways, she hoped it would, for what she was waiting for was utterly terrifying. She wished for just a few moments more of blissful ignorance.
By Jemima Bainbridge5 years ago in Humans
The Next Name
The wood grain of my desk was smooth under my fingertips. I had been tracing it for the last hour, trying to keep my eyes cast down. Despite my efforts to avoid his gaze, I knew my Civil War professor could not take his eyes off me in class. I wasn’t processing the subject matter as I took my notes, and if I were to have guessed, I would have said Dr. Harlow was just as committed to the material as I.
By Logan Flott5 years ago in Humans
The After-Life
When I was a child, people said that I had an old soul. That I knew things, felt things, that took decades to cultivate. But I wasn’t into the spiritual realm. The thought of ghosts and reincarnation didn’t faze me. I wasn’t from the past; I was from the future.
By Ashlyn Victoria5 years ago in Humans